That pretty face he was admiring, pulled up into a grimace as she hears the distinctly British accent coming from this man's mouth; what the ruddy Hell was this then? Was someone else from the Ministry tailing her? And worse, was this some sort of test her abilities as to when she could tell she was being tracked-- one she had apparently failed?
Or... was he possibly a Death Eater?
Yes, yes, he definitely could be, in fact; she was certain that no Death Eater had actually taken any course in Muggle Studies, that did NOT involve studying their innards, and so it would certainly make sense that this gentleman in the very Loud Suit, was a Death Eater on the run, trying to blend into the local scenery. At least, until he'd had the bad fortune to run into a British Auror in this bar. She fingered her wand inside her pocket, not drawing it quite yet, of course; not until she was alone with this man, or else had reason to fear for the safety of the Muggles in this place...
She smiled thinly at him, as she addressed his question: "Sorry, but: I don't think there's any hurry about me, considering I've asked him to leave me the ruddy bottle-- do you?" She smirks now, a little more comfortable on her face than that mere smile. ""As to what occasion is prompting this round of drinking: well. Getting to go home, after a good month in this ruddy city, tracking down a bloody murderer for-- for Interpol..." She stumbled a bit over the name of the organisation she was ostensibly working for, over on this side of the pond. (MI-5 was the usual answer, when she was operating amidst Muggles inside her own country, of course!)
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Or... was he possibly a Death Eater?
Yes, yes, he definitely could be, in fact; she was certain that no Death Eater had actually taken any course in Muggle Studies, that did NOT involve studying their innards, and so it would certainly make sense that this gentleman in the very Loud Suit, was a Death Eater on the run, trying to blend into the local scenery. At least, until he'd had the bad fortune to run into a British Auror in this bar. She fingered her wand inside her pocket, not drawing it quite yet, of course; not until she was alone with this man, or else had reason to fear for the safety of the Muggles in this place...
She smiled thinly at him, as she addressed his question: "Sorry, but: I don't think there's any hurry about me, considering I've asked him to leave me the ruddy bottle-- do you?" She smirks now, a little more comfortable on her face than that mere smile. ""As to what occasion is prompting this round of drinking: well. Getting to go home, after a good month in this ruddy city, tracking down a bloody murderer for-- for Interpol..." She stumbled a bit over the name of the organisation she was ostensibly working for, over on this side of the pond. (MI-5 was the usual answer, when she was operating amidst Muggles inside her own country, of course!)